Date: 2/9/2023
By briannagio
It’s 5:30am and I’m running late for a massage that I had scheduled for 5:00. When I finally get to the place, I walk in and tell the receptionist that I’m here for my appointment. She doesn’t seems to be upset with me at all for being late. She brings me into a large room with beds lined along a wall. She has me lie down on a bed and she asks me a bunch of questions before she leaves and sends someone else in to bring me breakfast. The new person tells me to make myself comfortable, and I somehow understand that this means I’ll be spending the night here. I wonder when my massage will actually begin… It’s later in the day and Blane has shown up to pick my car up. He asks me “How much is your massage? Isn’t it [random amount] dollars for both you and Alex?” I’m confused by his question because Alex isn’t here with me. I check online to find the price and see that the massage is listed at $1,000. I’m not sure why I would have ever agreed to such an expensive massage, but I figure it’s too late to back out now. I start doing math in my head to figure out my tip amount ahead of time. I somehow get $930. I usually do at least a 20% tip, but I decide to do a 10% or 15% tip this time since it’s already going to cost so much. I wonder if I’ll at least be able to get a facial added to the service because the price seems to ridiculous. I’m hesitant to tell Blane how much this is going to cost us.